The Diary Game 30/05/20

Happy and blessed Friday to all you friends readers of this wonderful knowledge platform #Hive, today I tell you that I will dedicate this #post to that person that I love so much with unbridled passion, she is my mother Francisca, a super loving and kind woman full of great moral and spiritual values, which has made her an extraordinary person.

My mother was born in Caripe, a town in the Monagas state, daughter of my grandparents Juana and Ramón, may they rest in peace. At the age of 14 she moved to Punta de Mata, in search of a job that would allow her to support her mother, as the days went by she got one at the family home, she together with my grandmother Juana, left their home to face how hard life was in the year 1960.
At the age of 16 and as a result of the social crisis that was lived in that Venezuela yesterday, she married a man totally unknown to her, but still she got married and went to live in Puerto la Cruz, a very beautiful and warm city Located in the East of the country, it was thus that my mother embarked on a new stage in her life, without imagining that she would spend several years full of torment, psychological and physical abuse by her husband, in the middle of this stormy hurricane she gave birth to four from my older sisters, a very big allergy for her, a joy that was withered by her spouse who did everything possible to give her a bad life.
In view of her that she already had four daughters and her husband did not help her with the upbringing of my sisters because he was a womanizer and partier; My mother, on a rainy night full of lightning and tired of all the mistreatment of that man, decides to return to my grandmother's house in Punta de Mata, with the bitter taste that this frustrated relationship left her and I understood that she already had four daughters , my mother returned to what she knew best to do work, to raise her children and help my grandmother Juana.

Over the years he met my Dad José, a wonderful man who would give him 40 years of happiness in his life, with him, my mother had seven children, managed to raise my four sisters and got her own house, I no longer work more in the family home because dad worked as an operator of agricultural machinery and earned a very respectable salary that allowed him to provide economic stability to our family
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At present, my mother no longer lives with my father because he passed away, but even so she remembers him every day of his life, with that unbridled and eternal love that they swore when they met and gave in body and soul. Well friends, I hope you liked this little story that I just told you today, it will be until tomorrow, greetings and blessings.
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